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I hate that SEPTember OCTOber NOVember and DECember aren’t the 7th, 8th, 9th, and 10th months.

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more scrimblo doodles ;w; they are so fun to draw

#takuten #i like it when either one of them is embarrassed by how sweet the other is #soniarts

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a life for a life

I had a bout of insanity today at 2am and was like 'hey a zombie apocalypse au where Shindou kills a man would be great'. So I wrote a short story of exactly that. oh and Tenma is also here.

blood tw etc etc sorry for this one but I like how it came out

“Shindou… san…?”

Shindou barely hears the voice of his companion over the ringing in his ears. 

There’s an odd disconnect between his body and his mind. Something akin to the way one instinctively moves through a familiar house when it’s dark at night, aware of the space around them but not really seeing it.

All he can see is the blood in his hands. 

It’s a sobering red. It’s much brighter than the blood a zombie splatters over them when Shindou rips their body open. It’s proof of someone’s life and someone’s death sticking to his skin, and he can’t seem to look away from it for a moment.

The red liquid shakes and quivers along with his hands. He can’t seem to hold them still, but he doesn’t think he’s feeling nervous or shaken. He doesn’t think he’s feeling anything at all. He can’t tell apart any of his feelings amidst the fog in his head.

“Shindou-san,” the voice insists, sounding desperate.

Shindou struggles to tear his eyes away from the spot they’d fixated on. But he can’t keep looking at his own open palms forever, can he? They need to get out of this supermarket, eventually. Their group is waiting.

They need to get out. That’s right… he’s not alone, even though he just... 

(He didn’t even get the man’s name. Whose life did he get rid of?)

When Shindou finally raises his head, the only thing he sees is Tenma, and the relief that floods him is so overwhelming, he’s surprised he finds any strength to stand up.

“Are you… okay?” 

The question comes out on autopilot, almost. And he doesn’t remember walking to Tenma, but his face is closer now, so he must have. 

He can see it all clearly now. His unbrushed curls of hair, which grew even more dishevelled with the encounter; the faint smear of blood trailing down his neck, from the knife the man drew over his skin… His round eyes, glazed over with tears freely streaming down… His cheeks, already burning red from the crying.

Tenma can’t seem to find anything to say. He doesn’t answer. Maybe he doesn’t want to talk to Shindou. He’s always hated violence, hasn’t he? And Shindou just did the worst thing he can think of right in front of him.

There’s a deathly silence filling the aisles of the deserted room. Tenma only stares at Shindou, unblinking, and lets the tears fall, his throat ripping out quiet, tiny sobs, each of them making Shindou’s hands tremble just a bit more.

Tenma is… not afraid. It’s a strange realisation to have. 

But Shindou can’t bear to let the boy out of his sight, and the more he looks into his eyes, the more he notices there’s nothing in his gaze telling Shindou to get away. No rejection. None of the hatred or thinly veiled disgust the rest of his friends show him, sometimes. 

It’s still Tenma. Just Tenma. He’s the Tenma he knows. He’s okay, and Shindou is okay, too, so… there’s no need for him to cry.

He shouldn’t shed tears for someone who tried to kill him. Tenma has always been too kind, too thoughtful of others. The sight of his crying face is making something within Shindou’s chest crumble in pain.

He lifts a shaky hand, softly placing it over Tenma’s cheek. His thumb wipes away the beginning of a tear forming in the corner of his eye, leaving instead a smear of blood all over his sunkissed skin. 

Against any and all sense, the touch seems to immediately calm Tenma down; he exhales out a short breath, and chokes down his next sob, growing aware that all he’s doing is tiring himself out.

Shindou must be hallucinating the soft, relieved smile he sees break out in Tenma’s face, the corner of his lips touching the fresh red Shindou just dirtied him with. 

He must be hallucinating the way those same lips reach to brush the commissure of his, too.

Tenma links his arms behind him, then, pulling him closer, and Shindou feels the warmth of Tenma’s body rest against his own. It’s undeniably real. The soft chocolate hair grazing his jaw and the strength of the arms wrapped around his frame are real.

He returns the hug, pulling Tenma closer to him, like he’s something precious— which he is. Tenma has always been dear to Shindou, and you have to fight to protect what’s dear to you.

He managed to protect something precious. That’s all that matters to him, and maybe it’s all that matters to Tenma, as well. Maybe, he’s fine having Shindou soak him in the blood of that man neither of them will ever know the name of, as long as they can safekeep what is important.

“Shindou-san,” he hears Tenma mumble again, like he’s forgotten all other words. His fingers dig tightly into the back of his shirt. “Shindou-san…”

“Tenma,” he replies, pressing the boy’s head to his chest, running his hand over it. “It’s okay. It’s okay…”

“Shi—”

“I had to keep you safe,” Shindou says, and it’s — 

A justification? An explanation? An apology?

The person speaking isn’t sure. The person listening doesn’t press to find out.

“I… I’m…”

“Are you okay?” Shindou tries asking him again, putting just enough distance between them so that he can take a proper look at Tenma’s expression as he waits for his answer.

Tenma gives a minute nod, but he’s staring down at the dirty floor of the building, like it’s somehow the most interesting thing he’s run into since the apocalypse started. 

Not satisfied with that answer, Shindou gently places a hand on his chin, lifting Tenma’s face.

As if understanding the meaning of the gesture, Tenma nods again.

“I… I’m okay,” Tenma replies, his voice wavering a little. “I’m only okay because Shindou-san was here…”

He sounds so small and vulnerable. It makes Shindou want to shield him from the world, hiding somewhere where nothing and no one will be able to hurt him. He doesn’t think such a place exists, not anymore, but if it’s for Tenma… If it’s for Tenma, he can keep looking for it, just a little bit more.

Tenma has always given him hope. He can’t throw it all away. No matter what.

“...I’m glad.”

Shindou’s not in a state where words can get across how he feels, so all he does is be the one to lean down this time, pressing his lips to Tenma’s in another chaste kiss. The gesture of affection sticks out like a sore thumb against the trashed shelves, and the broken glass, and the musty smell permeating the air they breathe; like it belongs to another time, or to another, happier life. 

But Tenma leans into it, one of his hands weakly clutching the fabric above Shindou’s heart, and for that single fraction of a moment, Shindou is at peace. It’s a calmness he hasn’t felt since his life changed for the worse.

As soon as the sensation is gone, he already longs to feel it again, and again, and again— but before he can pull Tenma into yet one more kiss, the boy hides his head in the crook of Shindou’s neck, burying his face in it.

“Thank you,” he whispers into his skin. “Thank you so much, Shindou-san…”

Shindou lets out a shaky breath he didn’t know he’d been holding in and pulls the boy close again. Those simple words manage to make the corner of his eyes sting and burn. The world around him blurs into a painting of bleak colours and desaturated walls, with a single focal point in the middle of it all.

Tenma’s so soft, and warm, and gentle; even now, despite everything. Shindou feels like he’s holding a ray of light in his arms.

“Tell me when you can get up,” Shindou murmurs into his ear. 

From the way Tenma’s weight is all pressing onto him, he doesn’t think the boy can put any force into his legs, not just yet. His theory gets all but confirmed when Tenma weakly nods into his neck, making no effort to move away from him.

That’s okay. Shindou will wait. He will be patient and remain alert—easier said than done when Tenma’s warmth is so inviting, but he has to do his best. Tenma trusts him with his life, after all.

From the corner of his eye, he sees the body of the man, laying sterile on the floor. 

A life for a life. The life of a violent man he doesn’t know weighed against Tenma’s, his beloved junior and partner.

He looks down at the boy in his arms. For an instant, again, all he can see is the blood in his hands, some of it dropping from his fingertips onto Tenma’s hair and clothes.

…A life for a life? 

No. It’s not even close to an equal trade. 

Shindou closes his eyes.

#theres like. there is absolutely takuten going on here but im not tagging it this is for me and the girlies #and this is actually part of a whole au but let's NOT get into that just yet #my writing

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Out of Touch

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A football referee expels a coach for speaking in Catalan

Sadly this doesn't make it to most news because it's not uncommon, but I will translate this to give an idea to foreigners of the situations we have to deal with.

Yet again, another Catalan speaker has been kicked out of somewhere just because they spoke in Catalan in a Catalan-speaking country. This time, it happened in a local football camp in Petra (town in Mallorca, Balearic Islands).

While reading this story, remember that Catalan is the native language of Mallorca, and is legally recognised as a co-official language.

During a local-level football match, the football coach of the team UE Petra protested to the referee that a decision wasn't right. The referee told him "we are in Spain, Mallorca is part of Spain, not Spain part of Mallorca, and you must speak to me in Spanish". The coach continued speaking Catalan, since it's the language of the place where this is happening, and the referee proceeded to expel him. This is what the referee wrote in the match's minutes:

In the half-time, the coach [...] after perceiving my communication in Spanish and being reprimanded for addressing me with the words "this is shameful", starts speaking to me in Catalan. When I ask him to talk to me in Spanish, he continues perpetuating his dialect, where I understood some lacks of respect. Since I could not make him stop, I decide to expel him.

At the end of the minutes card, the referee wrote the reason for expelling him as "for disobeying my orders".

The other witnesses in the football match explain that the referee was very rude to the coach and never asked him politely to change to Spanish, only rudely saying "in Spanish!". Later, the referee also wrote that the coach was "perpetuating his dialect", as we have seen. Using the word "dialect" for a language that has suffered persecution, illegalization and discrimination is an extremely loaded term based on bigotry, only used by the hardcore Catalanophobes who defend that Catalan (and other discriminated languages like Basque and Galician) aren't languages because they're not important or respect-worthy enough to be a language, only a "dialect" (understood as a derogatory word).

The football club UE Petra has complained that this referee is partial and "has taken decisions, as can be seen by the wording used in the minutes, influenced on a coach using his mother tongue in the place where it has been official for centuries".

Now, a few days after the game and the UE Petra publishing a statement explaining it on their social media (you can read it here), the referee has pressed charges, claiming that she has been "threatened" when it was posted on social media. 🤦

Can you imagine if this happened to a Spanish person for speaking Spanish in Madrid? Or French in Paris, or English in London? Can you imagine if doctors threw them out for speaking Spanish in Madrid, French in Paris or English in London? Or hotels, banks, petrol stations did? If policemen identified them because speaking it was seen as lack of respect? Then why do we have to accept that it's normal when it happens to us?

You can find the statement published by this coach's football team UE Petra here (in Catalan). Some sources from newspapers who reported on it: Esport3, Ara Balears, Vilaweb.

#and this is why if i could i would simply not speak spanish #so sick of them

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TAKUTEN‼️HAPPY VALENTINE'S DAY

#IM LATE BUT HAPPY VALENTINES #blessed art #takuten #inago #shindou takuto #matsukaze tenma #inazuma eleven go #fanart

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I miss the days when, no matter how slow your internet was, if you paused any video and let it buffer long enough, you could watch it uninterrupted

#use later

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doing a social experiment poll for KH circles. answer to the best of your ability via the tags/replies

Including the DLC, did you like Kingdom Hearts 3's story, gameplay, both or neither?

Then, what YEAR (or window of time) did you get into Kingdom Hearts as a franchise and genuinely start playing through the games?

#I remember getting into it properly in 2018 because I played twewy #and heard the characters showed up in dream drop distance #I watched gameplays of all prev games and the only kh games I've played by myself are kh1 up to ursula fight kh2 DDD and kh3 #out of those. kh3 was definitely... not the kind of game I'd been hoping for #gameplay is acceptable. barring the attractions and all that stuff that just made it hard to fight seriously #I had fun with some specific keyblade powers #But I did not enjoy the story much which was what had first gotten me into these games :( #lots of bittersweet feels to date because some moments were EPIC though. but in general it felt like such a... nothing burger #kh #kingdom hearts #text post

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that post that’s like, fandom’s obsession with viewing characters as only relatable or shippable or defendable has ruined media literacy in being able to view characters through the lens of themes or narrative theory. character analysis one of my favourite forms of analysis but not at the detriment of being able to understand when a character represents something larger thematically in a story than what they would be if they were just a guy from your high school

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Between the people who will need to leave Gaza to get medical care due to a lack of functioning hospitals to people who will be homeless as entire neighbourhoods are destroyed, it's hard to fathom the significant toll that will still be impactful for years to come. Never mind the trauma children will continue to have or even Palestinians who can never do what they love again due to becoming disabled... I just cannot stop thinking about it.

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As promised

Wip of Shindou bus drawing. His hair looks so flat I’ll have to fix that. Please enjoy him :] <3

#so soft and cute!!!! #looking great<3 #inago #shindou takuto #fanart #inazuma eleven go

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I hope this letter finds you. 7(+1) letters sent between Kikuchi Ryou & Suou Keito A MAMIYA fanzine

I made a keiryou-flavored mini-zine depicting their correspondence (One of the letters is adapted from the one in the DDD prologue, so watch out for spoilers)! You can print it out and fold it yourself!! Like so:

Printable PDF here! It's sized for A4 paper but scales well for letter too (you'll have to trim the edges). Instructions for folding here.

#!!! #omg #gonna try printing this when I get home #mamiya vn #keiryou #fave

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Whatsapp

#cute... #higurashi #mion sonozaki #fanart #higurashi no naku koro ni

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Fic Rec Friday!!

No one said I couldn't do it more than once a day!

Todays other fic rec of the day is *drumroll* ...

problems for our future selves

By: @managician

Fandom: Sonic Prime

Ship: Sonic the Hedgehog/Nine the Fox

Rating: G

Chapters: 1/1

Words: 4,792

Link:

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Now, you may already recognize this fic title as I have reblogged the official tumblr posting for this fic before and recommended it in the reblog tags.

While not necessarily tagged as such, I have always found this fic to be a bit of a refreshing character study. The author mixes predictions for what was the upcoming S2, self indulgence, and character interpretation in a fic that puts you inside the head of the character Nine. In this case, it explores his feelings and actions post S1 in regards to his goals, his situations, and how he feels about Sonic.

Even with the context of Sonic Prime S2 fresh on the mind, the fic reads as a plausible follow up to the ending of Season 1 if things were to go a bit differently. The interactions Nine has with Sonic, as well as the confusing nature of his feelings towards him, read very realistic to me in the context of the show, and as moments/topics that could theoretically be explored in such a setting. Nine is angry with Sonic, but also feels giddy when it comes to him. He needs Sonic alive if he is to be free from the council, doesn't care about him otherwise, right? And yet, he knows that he does. He feels that it would be easier for him if he did not care about Sonic, especially after how he's shaken up his life and left him behind, but he cannot help but care. He does not know how to feel about (or rather doesn't know if he can handle) the prospect of Sonic dying or the Chaos Council killing him, and yet also doesn't know what he will do if Sonic does come to save him.

As someone who'd hungered for some good Sonine or Nine character analysis around S2's release, this fic absolutely delivered, and it's one I still come back to and read quite a lot. Likewise, as someone who is aroaspec themselves but adores romance I love Sora's take on Sonine's relationship. Nine's confusion about his feelings come from a place of liking a person even though it feels like you shouldn't after everything, yes. Sure, it also comes from a place of inexperience in relationships. But to me it also depicts Nine in the position of not being able to place a relationship as purely platonic or romantic.

But anyways, I digress. This fic is sweet, a little angsty, and a bit bittersweet, and I'd recommend it for those who like stories regarding people trying to work out what a person means to them, and for those seeking Sonine in a canon context. This read is perfect for people who like to come away from a fic thinking about the implications of the characters' actions and taking another dive into their heads. It is also for those not afraid of reading something bittersweet, as the characters themselves aren't sure how to feel or how the future will turn out.

#!! OH I don't mind the tag at all omg this made my day! thank you so much ^^ #I'm arospec myself so Nine's struggle can very much be read as both inexperience and difficulty to determine the nature of his feelings #really happy you enjoyed the story!! I still need to watch season 2 of Prime but I'm glad it can kind of hold up hehe #sonine have such a interesting relationship... I truly hope I can write more for them in the future. it's been a busy year #Sorry for the small tags rambling hehe but thank you for the shout-out and fic rec!!! I'll treasure this ;o; #sontails #sonine #sonic prime #sth #text post #long post

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sometimes when I'm bored, I go through the list of recent bad faith Wikipedia edits that have since been reverted. a lot of them are politically contentious/offensive topics that attract crazies and trolls in general, but sometimes there are completely innocent inoffensive articles that people attack for no reason. some guy yesterday vandalized the article on the chemical element francium

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okay fun silly question because these are my favorite types of stories but what are your guys' favorite pieces of media that require the audience to go in blind? usually the synopsis is a diversion of some sort or there's just some killer plot twist that changes things (like the genre) significantly.

#mamiya a shared illusion of the world's end #< awesome VN by the way i am begging yall if you can please play it #ill Steam library share with you just dm me!!